Risk Of War!

They had been warned there was a risk of war
yet nobody believed it
each wrapped up in their own daily lives
engaged in the bickering
that desperate need to make more cash
not worried of radioactive ash!

Even though around them the signs clear
at the news shed false tears!

An imaginary tale that could not happen
material gain was their aim
use resources they did not want to see
damage to other living species
as unrest continued to grow were blinded
unaware and closed minded!

A false sense nothing was wrong in society
yet there was that building anxiety!

Everything viewed upon the large screens
it seemed a distant problem
but fake news now blending into a reality
people believed what they were told
those who were once financially sound
were now in their debt drowned!

Dark clouds were forming above their heads
as they slept in their beds!

Oblivious often to reality accepted the premise
a material existence with credit cards
live for today pay for the goods at a later date
as the society gradually crumbled
they were sure everything was turning out well
as more countries and cultures fell!

Holidays were just memories and fading photos
they still wore their once new clothes!

Contamination increased the coral reef destroyed
air pollution nobody could avoid
besides the continuous wars natures wrath grew
one government was in control
those aspirations of the many eventually lost
as the robots took over workers tossed!

Nice homes and flash cars rusted and decayed
humanities finality no longer delayed!

Even those who thought wealth would keep them safe
found with resource exhausted
a battered planet unable to sustain life anymore
their stored resources gone
those long term plans and god like superiority
also became part of the majority!

Is this just the ramblings of an elderly pessimist
who has become a disillusioned optimist?

Or a possibility of what maybe?


Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!


The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!


Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!


What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!


Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!


The Foureyed Poet.




The Executioner!

He stood poised the axe raised ready to strike

no remorse in his cold heart!

As the sharp blade makes that final clean-cut

the cheers raising his adrenaline.

Making him proud of being the executioner

his sadistic nature began to stir!


High up on the cold stark and stained stones

towering over his latest victim!

His face hidden behind his sweaty black hood

emotionless at their pleading!

He had status yet was loathed and feared

by the people even as they cheered!


Many heads rolled under his term in the post

bringing excitement and tension.

A barbaric spectacle drew the large crowds

to watch the condemned die!

But too often when the cut was not precise

the blows were at least thrice!


The executioner now no longer plies his trade

in most cultures today.

That phantom vision still makes the skin crawl

evil eyes staring identity hidden.

A monster where there’s no chance of escape

as the condemned await their fate!


Hopelessness and despair on their final walk!

Death now their only salvation!

The Foureyed Poet

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